He went back to his conversation with Alamo and I focused on Kinsey who was telling me all about her day playing with Booger.
Lyric
TWO DAYS LATER, I gripped Doom’s hand as we walked into the restaurant after a day of shopping. He’d organized a dinner with Dalton Moore and his wife, because it was time to lock down a detail so that I didn’t feel as though I was imprisoned at the club.
I’d never met any of Doom’s friends outside of the club, and Dalton was both a friend of Jaxon’s and Doom’s. Dalton was actually a friend of several of the Dogs’. He seemed to have become an honorary member, although, Doom said if anyone said that, he might shoot them to keep it off the FBI’s radar.
The hostess led us to our table and Doom introduced me to Dalton and his wife, Andi. Dalton was tall, muscular and looked a bit like the Polo model in magazines. Andi was blonde and curvy and sassy as all get out. I loved her instantly.
“My sister and brother-in-law are in town,” Dalton said. “So I hope it’s okay if they join us for dessert. She’s dying for some downhome company.”
I grinned. “Fine by me. Where do they live?”
“Scotland.”
“Oh, wow. I love Scotland,” I said. “I’ve been a couple of times to visit Melody when she’s been performing. But, there’s really nowhere like Savannah, so I can understand wanting that downhome company.”
We took our seats and Doom slid his arm over the back of my chair, stroking my hair as we studied our menus.
Before the server came to take our drink orders, however, a rather frazzled woman came rushing in, her eyes focused on Andi. “Sorry, I’m late!”
“Fuck,” Doom breathed out.
The woman must have heard him because she looked his way and stopped so hard, she nearly fell flat on her face. “Doom?”
Doom stood and gave her an apologetic smile. “Hey, Aspen.”
She glanced at me, then him, then back to me. I rose to my feet and thrust out my hand. “I’m Lyric.”
She shook my hand, but kept her eyes on Doom. Then she pulled her hand from mine, stepped up to Doom, and punched him in the face.
“Oh my god!” Andi squealed. “Aspen!”
“Hey!” I growled.
She made a move to do it again, but Doom caught her wrists and dragged them behind her back. “Nope. Let’s go talk. Excuse us, everyone. We’ll be right back.” He physically walked her out of the restaurant, and I was left at the table, in shock, alone with his friends.
* * *
Doom
I led Aspen outside and down toward the water. She was crying now, but I could tell she was trying not to completely lose her shit.
“I have a lot to make up for,” I started.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I am.”
“Six years, Doom.Six.” She faced me, crossing her arms. “We were friends. Close friends. You fucking threw that away because I told you the truth.”
I dragged my hands down my face. “I know, sweetheart. There’s no excuse.”
“I know there’s no fucking excuse, Doom! That doesn’t make it right.” She slapped at her cheeks, the tears flowing freely now. “I miss you.”
“You could have called me.”
“You were in the wrong!”
